Well....

I just want to be happy.

For a star to be born, there is one thing that must happen: a nebula must collapse.

So collapse.
Crumble.
This is not your destruction.

This is your birth.

She’s the kind of girl a guy meets when he’s too young, and he fucks up because there’s too much living to do. But later he realizes she’s perfect.

—Californication (via perfect)

(Source: seventh-story-nobody, via littlechouette)